What The Hex Novels & Stories

Edan explained in short. “We will start with their professor. Where is he?” The Detective asked. ***** Mr Alex switched his gaze to his friends and said, vainly, “He is back.” The jolt perplexed Cherry of hearing the cursed name. “Hexa,” Mr Alex hinted, putting some weight on the word, and going on. “He is returning to avenge us.” “What? Hexa? Hexa is “our” greatest and smartest myth," Cherry said, pointing to the villa and lowering his voice. His eyes widened.

"But is that even possible?" "What's a hex bag?" Noreen asked, confused. "A hex bag is a small pouch containing certain enchanted items," Thiery said. "Usually, hex bags are made by black magicians, to weaken an enemy, to lure them into their ranks, or to kill them slowly, through nightmares or minor misfortunes that won't be immediately detected." "Oh my God," Noreen said, shocked. "That's so evil. Just like what black magicians do in the human world, with black magic or sorcery."

Then his eyes narrowed. For the first time all night, actual interest. “What is it?” the vampire asked carefully. Alexander said nothing. Luna moved slightly for a better angle. On the screen was a symbol. A black serpent wrapped around a silver dagger. Her blood ran cold. No fucking way. That insignia— She knew it. HexaTech classified division. Ghost Sector. An operation that had supposedly been destroyed seven years ago. An operation Luna herself helped bury. Alexander’s voice became deathly calm. “Where did you get this?”

Shit, my wolf is stealing my sentences, I will have a serious talk with him about this later. "Promise me, mate. Words, I need words. I want you to promise me. The name is Hex," he forces. "Yes, yes Hex. I'll stay. For as long as you want. I love you," she exclaims, her voice thick with lust. "Perfect. Because this will last a lifetime. I want you, Mira. Are you ready for me?"

Hex soon comes knocking the both of us away, looking more than spoiling for a fight as he drags his gaze from his brother to me. “Do you really have to do this right now? Aren’t you punks ever tired?!” My mate whines in the background but sorry sweetheart, I’ve been itching for this too. ** ‘You brothers have got this frenzy complex about yourselves, I’ve come to notice’ I link Hex, escaping his maw by a breath as I roll over the snow and stand back up, charging after Hector next. ‘That so? Does our close-knit bond fascinate you so much?’ Hector replies me instead, having Hex bite into his scruff as he struggles to shove him off.

He continued without a hitch, “Next are hexes. Think of them as the opposite of a charm. They only last for a short duration of time and are almost always negative. The better creativity of the witch, the better the hex.” Nova shuddered, causing her gauzy pink dress to swish around her thighs. “Like that time Jude hexed Anthony Stiller so that when he had to go number two, thorned vines would come out of his—” Wincing, I held up my hands and cut her off. “I don’t think I want to hear the rest of that.” “Shit was brutal.” Sterling snickered. “Literally and figuratively.” Other than Jude’s horrifying propensity for cruelty, which was beginning to turn my empty stomach sour, I stowed away every

They lowered their heads, looking as though they were common peasants paying their respect to their king. The leader of the ZF organization Hex had arrived! The Hex was a name that stimulated fear in over half of the world's nations. He had already caused countless tragedies in the US and Europe that shook the world. No one knew where he came from and what his motives were. His only goal was to kill without any logic and reason behind it. It was a name that had so much blood behind it. A name that was filled with violence and the stench of killing!

Hex fumbled around in his kitchen, pulling out whatever it was that he needed to mask our scent. His house was hot as hell, even in the autumn air, but he never seemed bothered by it. Lilly sat with her knees pressed tightly together, her palms clutching them with nerves. She jumped at any sound outside, her body language on high alert. Hex wobbled back into the living area, holding a bag of some crushed up powder. "This should do it for at least a couple of weeks. You smear it on your foreheads, and it'll take care of your scents." Hex stopped in front of Lilly. "He hasn't marked you, has he?"

She says looking at me apologetically. I look back at Liam and all I feel is a sense of relief, while this brings a whole new set of problems, it also explains everything. Plus, this started right after the ball, just like the explosion. Hazel sighs and looks at me concerned. I grimace, “Can you not fix it?” I ask and she shakes her head. “I can. It’s just the hex is… In simple terms the person who places the hex has to keep placing it for it to stay.

Who knew it still existed overseas, and now, it had found its way to Queenie? "What you touched is called a Hexbloom, a plant that science still hasn't fully understood. It can grow anywhere with soil and water, but it only blooms for about 20 days." Seeing Queenie's confused look, Felix got straight to the point, as there wasn't time to waste. "When someone touches a Hexbloom, it breaks the skin immediately. Its unique spores enter your body and start multiplying over time. "You'll see tiny red dots on your skin at first—that's what's causing your fever."